#thundere

[estcaligo]

Give him a break!!

[datarevived]

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thund-ere said: cry | wipe away their tears. (zhanna/ warlock)

It never did get easier. 

Not as quickly as she had been promised, anyway. The absence of permanent death and what it failed to carry, its’ meaning practically weightless to those who were known as Guardians. Time and time, she had to seal herself in idle thought, to force herself to move without compensating over thought. To believe that she was immortal by all standards except for one -- that so long as she was safe, Data would bring her back. Always.

Crucible, it had been mentioned to her several times before taking the step forward -- something to both hone her strengths and weaken her empathy towards something so out of date. Banter against other lightbearers in sport, it’d be fun. It’d be an effortless rinse and repeat. Something to numb ones’ senses.

Oh, how wrong they were.

How terribly, awfully wrong.

The Hunter whom had been standing on her second round of breath now, the echoing of bullets played off the walls of the arena. A replicated design of what was once known as Twilight -- eager champions and elders pacing through the fields with guns cocked and fingers upon trigger. She had made a mistake, coming here so soon. She wasn’t prepared, nor was she ready for the ghosting impacts of shotguns and rockets to be thrown in her direction. 

The most recent of implications, a sniper bullet that had penetrated straight through her chest in an immediate knock out. Data, as all Ghost did -- a rule of thumb that to shoot the Travelers’ Light would result in immediate prosecution and removal of the Vanguard, ressing her back to full form. Not a wound in site -- alas, a painful memory that made her want to vomit. 

It didn’t occur to her to simply request transmit out of the field -- that she could be removed at any moment she wished. No, such common sense was blurred by the shaken core that was her heart pumping a’thunder. Its’ pulse, bleating in her ears as she hurriedly rushed for any point of cover. to hide. Hands pressed tightly against her ears as knees buried at her chest -- making herself as small as possible beneath shade, waiting out the time for the match to be called.

All she wanted to do was leave.

She wanted to leave.

Such a prayer so loud, she didn’t even hear the footsteps that had approached. Instead, greeted by the coldness of shadow that stood above her -- tear stained eyes staring at the ground in panic, not even wanting to meet eye to eye to the next weapon that’d be her temporary grave. Get it over with. Please. Please just get it over with. She begs not with words, but the sheer violence of which her body vibrates against the steel she held her back to. Eyes then choosing to close tight, her hands pressed as far as they could to the sides of her skull. 

Would it hurt more, being so close up? Or would it be less painful than the ghosting sting in her chest currently?

Ever coursing thoughts as bullets continued to fire in the background. It isn’t until something soft brushes her cheek does she flinch -- holding her breath, one, two... before her nature overrides the pleading call, beckoning one eye open to document present action. Its’ shape, dawned in the robes similar to noted Warlocks, with hand pressed lightly at her cheek as thumb runs over a stream of tears. 

Perplexed motion coats the Hunter’s face in question, brows curved upward like a beaten child. Plenty she had heard over the comms not to deliver mercy... and yet, this one chose differently. Why? A rough swallow, shes unable to forge words -- fear struck against her own panic and surroundings. Instead, simply staring back at the blank helmet of the other, its’ grace holding a nurtured warmth in presence. 

[gokus-partner-and-lover]

Imagine...

…training with Piccolo, but things don’t exactly go as planned when you realize he’s being more rough than usual and decide to walk away.

Request: anon –  Could you write a Piccolo x reader with lots of fluff? Maybe even with a confession or a kiss? Oh, and for a scenario I was hoping a full saiyan female training with him.

Words: 1, 563 (Reposted from my old account.)

Loud explosions wafted over the Lookout, the sky lighting up with large balls of purple and blue energy and vibrating underneath their power, but still Popo and Dende sat inside the building without a care, used to the side effects of Piccolo and yours’ training. It has been more than five years since you’ve crash landed on Earth and met the Z-Fighters’ hostile greetings, but of course, you could not blame them. Having been dressed in a Saiyan Warrior’s official uniform, your tail tightly wound around your middle, it was only natural for others to fear you, given the fact that you were a superior race, but after your prince, Vegeta, recognized you as the Saiyan who was once banished for refusing to kill for work, most of them trusted you instantly.  Unfortunately, the namekian was one of the few who were skeptical about your intentions towards Earth, but after numerous “sparring sessions,” he didn’t simply start to trust you – the two of you developed a routine of training together and even became friends.

“Too slow!” Piccolo bellowed as he sped across the heavens after you, “You’ve become sloppy!”

“Have not!” You merely laughed in return, dodging his attack with ease. And yet, something felt strange to you. Usually, for what felt like hours, the two of you subtly handed winning streaks to one another, pretending not to notice, but today, Piccolo threw his punches with everything he had – it worried you to the point where you finally had enough and stopped. With annoyance clear on your face, you hovered back down to the Lookout and begun to walk inside.

“Where are you going?” Piccolo asked as he landed behind you – it was clear that he was trying to sound calm, but the snap in his voice was obvious.

“Leaving.” You stated without waver, not stopping or so much as glancing his way, “You’re clearly in a bad mood and I’m not going to patronize you any longer.”

“But isn’t that what you’ve always done?”

Freezing in an instant, you turned back to the man and frowned in confusion, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I can sense things, Y/N.” He growled, crossed his arms, and turned away with an annoyed huff, just gazing up at the clouds without purpose, “So I know you’re holding back against me… and I can see things, too; for example, when I see you defeating Vegeta without so much as breaking a sweat, it is obvious!”

Realization instantly dropped in your stomach like a weight of guilt, your face growing pale while you were left to blink in disbelief. Two days ago – you could still recall how broken up Vegeta looked because of it – your prince challenged you, having had suspicions of your strength, and just like Piccolo had said, you won. You never even suspected Piccolo of all people to be standing nearby, watching you use a strength he never even knew you had. The only reason he begun to trust you in the first place was because he defeated you in battle, so he didn’t have to worry, but now he knew none of it was true.

“I can-“

“Explain?” He cut you off, “I don’t want that, Y/N, and quite honestly, I don’t need it. I know what you’re thinking,” he glanced your way over his shoulder, “and no, this doesn’t shatter the trust you’ve built with me over the last few years, but it does, however, make me think – why? I don’t see any reason why you would have wanted to fool me for this long.”

No denying it – you felt the urge to lie bubble up your throat like vomit. Lowering your gaze, your jaw clenching tightly, you glared down towards the white tiles at your feet in silence. Unfortunately, however, you knew there was no point to lie – you always sucked at lying – but you weren’t sure if that made the situation better or so much worse.

“At first, I pretended to be weaker than you so you would trust me.” You mumbled sincerely, your voice too low for any human to hear, but easy for the Namekian, “But then… after a while… it became habit. I read in an Earth book that men don’t like females defeating them or being more powerful. It makes them feel more masculine if they are stronger and like they can protect their ma- female, so I thought….”

“I don’t understand.” Piccolo stated obliviously, unwittingly forcing you to look back up at him in disbelief, “Why read Earth books if you ‘like’ someone instead of simply sparring normally? And… ‘their female?’ I feel more confused than before.”

All you could do was release an exasperated sigh, only then remembering how Namekians live – no romance, no female, no mates of any kind, and eggs. Of course he would not understand what you were trying to confess to him. “That’s not…” You grumbled under your breath, but quickly trailed off. How were you supposed to explain-?

‘Cruds.’

In an instant, the worst idea ever came to mind – yet, it was the only one you had. You completely forgot the fact that you were avoiding the truth earlier, suddenly driven to make him know the truth. And so, still a bit unsure about your own motives, you maneuvered yourself back in front of Piccolo, his confused eyes never leaving you, which didn’t exactly help your nerves. Taking a deep breath, you place your shaky hands on both sides of his neck, resting your palms on the purplish blue material of his GI, unable to resist noting the feeling of the strong muscles beneath.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, his frown deepening while his obliviousness continued.

“Explaining.” You stated, as blunt as ever, and felt his words somehow giving you more confidence for what you were about to do. After a few more moments of nauseating silence, you finally float from the ground and set your lips against Piccolo’s own. You merely placed your lips against his, your eyes falling shut, and you felt him flinch back at your seemingly odd actions, but still the warmth of the kiss made your heart smell. In the end, scared the organ would explode, you were forced to step back down and open your eyes, but alas, yet again, you were met with a face of annoyed dismay.

“How is that explaining? How is that anything?” He asked, but unlike what one would expect, you released a tired chuckle and dropped your head in defeat – why did you think that would work to show him your feelings?

“A kiss.” You sighed, your head still dangling wearily from your neck while your hands fell from Piccolo’s shoulders, “Just something dumb people do to show certain emotions.” Finally, you raise your head to send Picccolo a sheepish smile, but as soon as your eyes fell on glowing purple flesh and an expression that seemed nothing less than surprised, your face fell. As if almost startled out of your skin, you jumped back, your own blood rushing to your face in a murderous blush. “What the hell!?” You exclaim in horrified astonishment, “How is it that you know what a KISS is, but not everything else!?”

“Gohan…” Piccolo seemed to force out, still frozen by your bombshell of a confession, “I caught him and Videl and he felt the need to explain it to me. I didn’t realize you were doing the same- So then… you… that was why you…?”

You could only nod, however slow and brief. What was happening, you screamed inwardly.

“Ridiculous.” He stated suddenly, flatly, and looked away, his blush disappearing while your heart ripped from one simple word, but only a second later, a grin spread from one of your red cheeks to the other, “-those Earth books. How does faking weakness impress someone you have feelings for? It takes strength to impress another – strength like y-yours, even if you kept it h-hidden. Seems that way for me.”

As someone who just had your own innuendo go unseen, you easily recognized the deeper meaning behind his words, but still you couldn’t resist revenge. “I don’t understand.” You said, but being the terrible liar you are, the gentle smile you sent his way made the truth obvious, “What does my strength do for you?”

“Don’t make me say it!” He snapped in his usual, broody way, before he once again turned away – you’ve noticed a long time ago that he faces away from what makes him feel uncomfortable, but you didn’t care. The joy and relief that overflowed your mind, heart, and senses was all you needed. And so, unsurely, you stepped forward without a word and snuck your hands around his cape and around his waist, only burying your face into his strong back when he stiffened. “I won’t make you say it.” You promised and slowly felt him relax, as if your words allowed him to do so, “…but know that I’m overjoyed by those unsaid words.”

“Good.” You heard him grumble, the small smile in his voice unmistakable, despite him denying it later, “Now don’t ever go easy on me in a fight again.”

Again, all you could do was nod. After years of being exiled from your home planet, you could honestly say that this was the best day of your life.

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[irracat]

[estcaligo]

It does sound similar lol

Right, Mr. Thundere??

[datarevived]

moonch2ld asked: “ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ” (waves with her twins) From: Question Prompts...

She pauses for a moment at the voice - as if struck by the sentence of time & space as her entire body freezes in its' position. How on earth their had been another voice second to Data's, given that this was her space, her home -- she did not take such things into consideration when she did, in fact, permit both Bex & the Twins open-door ruling when it came to her little nook within the Tower space. Perhaps she should alter it to include a knock or two.

" I --! Uhm, W-well, " stammering over her words, the Hunter prods herself in standing up straight - a floor loitered with various paperwork crinkling around her socked feet. " I-I think I forgot to give it back, back when we.. when you let me stay after that one time in the Crucible, when uh.. when I had that one day, where it was the Sword Titan, and I - "

[datarevived]

more prompts for your feels | accepting

@thund-ere​ said: “the world isn’t made up of heroes and monsters. just broken people balancing between the two.”

She sits for a moment in silence -- mulling over the words carefully as legs dangle over the edge of the Tower. Arms having lapped themselves around one of the lower railings, chin resting neatly against leathered arms and cautious breath as she and the Warlock looked over the City. 

No heroes... no monsters.

Just people.

Idealistic perspective, if anything -- the Hunter by obligation plays through the list of acquaintances she knew and where they stood. Those who were further damaged than others, while some... she couldn’t quite tell. Whether their joy had been genuine, or something of a façade to mask something deeper. Unable to judge book by its’ cover... taking the time day by day to read the pages, even if some came in other languages.

Zhanna had a point.

One in which Selene would take to share with others, to learn and spread its’ food for thought. That the world wasn’t just good and bad. That it wasn’t just the light and dark. To most -- it was a gray line, various of its’ shade and color. Some just a little lighter, while some just a little darker.

Where, on said spectrum, did she sit?